When I left, the road was steep, turn back again,
take part in her grief, make her well again.
When I left, the asphalt was hot, turn back again,
talk her out of what she knows, at any cost.
Nothing is endless, just accept it,
I know you want to be infinite, weak and small.
Fire burns down, if nobody is adding fuel anymore,
I know for myself what is happening to you today.
When I left, arms were empty, turn back again,
make it easy for her once more, not that hard.
When I left, there came a wind so weak, didn't throw me down,
unter her roof of tears I was weak.
Nothing is endless, just accept it,
I know you want to be infinite, weak and small.
Nothing lasts if nobody is really wanting it,
even grief will be there, weak and small.
Nothing is endless, just accept it,
I know you want to be infinite, weak and small.
Nothing lasts if nobody is really wanting it,
even grief will be there, weak and small.